Storm Chaser: Personal Narrative

A tall wood paneled door opened in the wall and a large man walked into the room. He sat himself down behind the console. This man wore a suit like everyone else Storm had seen since the got out of Davenport’s car. In a casual touch it seemed, the man wore no tie.

“My! what a rain? It’s good two years sence it rain’ like that.” Exclaimed Calixta as she rolled up a piece of bagging and Alcee helped her to thrust it beneath the cracks.” The author showed us how the storm became a positive thing by bringing the two lovers together after a long period. Due to heavy downpour, fate brought Alcee into the home of Calixta, where the two lovers re-ignited their feelings for each other. It also acted as a barrier by keeping Bobinot and Bibi away from home. This reminded me of “The Story Of an Hour”, where the death of Mr. Mallard gave Ms. Mallard a spirit of freedom she had never experienced. Instead of being sad, Ms. Mallard continued to say the words, “Free, free, free!”

Not one in the literal sense, but everyone has some kind of tornado in their life, something that comes and shakes everything up. It just so happens that mine came as, what I thought at the time, was an actual tornado. As it turns out, my eleven year old brain just decided to exaggerate the true circumstances.

“I hate it. I hate it so much. I absolutely hate it. I hate everything about it. Everything. I hate the fear. I hate the wondering. I hate being cautious. I hate having to live my life this way. The water. It uses its brute force to shatter your hopes and murder your dreams.”

The U.S. gets about 800 Tornadoes a year (According to Spencer Adkins meteorologist on channel thirteen). Then there is this place called Tornado ally. That is were tornadoes form the most, and they get the biggest ones there to. The place called Tornado ally is in the Mid Western. Next, hurricanes form mostly near oceans. The reason they form there is they need warm water to help them form. Hurricanes are made from water and wind, so when the warm and clod water starts to be picked up it helps into form the hurricane. So that is why they form near. Or in the water.

In every society there are expectations placed on people to act certain ways and do certain things. “The Storm,” by Kate Chopin, sheds light on the negative consequences of societal expectations, social inequality, and intentionally contradicts common gender roles. The story is centered around the complex relationship between a Cajun woman and a Creole man. These two groups equate to the lower class and the middle/upper class respectively. The mixing of these two groups is frowned upon, and each group comes with different expectations. Kate Chopin uses these expectations and proves just how disastrous they can be. The antagonist in this story is the storm itself. The storm, in this case a threatening cyclone, represents everything that is problematic with implementing such strict expectations onto people. The concluding line seen above, is representative of the contradictions between the storm and these roles and expectations. Considering all that occurs between the characters during the storm, the notion that everyone ends up happy is contradictory to what people are told is expected of them. The driving force in all of this happiness is the mixing of the two groups, which is essentially a storm itself and would be condemned if anybody were to find out exactly what happened.

Rebecca's hustling around the store, placing new merchandise on the shelves. She and her husband Dan owns a small antique and collectible shop on the outskirts of town. It was her mother's shop, but Rebecca agreed to take it over when she became ill.

My little paws were scrambling in our hole. “Mom! I’m going to go out and find some food!” I yelled. “Okay Cindy, just be careful.” Replied mom. “I will!” I said. Our hole was located near the human food court. Mice had to be careful not to be caught by the cleaning humans. Different types of food lay on the floor. I scurry across, hearing a human scream at the sight of me. I’ve gotten used to it by now. As I was about to lay my paw on a french fry, a loud sound alarms.

As I glanced at the clock that showed twenty to seven, I noticed that time had gotten away from me. Working overtime had started to become an ongoing habit, as there never seemed to be enough hours in a day to finish any work. Knowing that all the doors were controlled by automatic locks and the doors inside the building would be locked because it was past six, I started to pack my things up, including my badge that would get me into my building on future mornings. Heading for the exit in my section, with the thought that a storm was supposed to arrive tonight in the back of my mind, I thought nothing of the flickering lights above until I ran into a situation. As I attempted to leave for home after working late last Friday night, not only

Do you know how it feels to be in the eye of a hurricane? Trapped while so much is going on around you. Noise coming from every angle and not being able to say a word just looking. If you do make a noise the hurricane just consumes it leaving you with nothing. But not for long will this eye stay silent, safe inside this hurricane. It has become part of the storm.

Hurricane When I look upon your face, I feel happy, excited, safe. What I don’t know is behind that calm and peace, There is a hurricane, And the hurricane will stop for nothing,

Meanwhile, Nick, Russ, Ron, and I were walking through the towering jungle that was our backyard. Suddenly the ground started to rumble. The winds were as powerful as a hurricane. It was my dad’s lawnmower. We all ran as fast as we could. The wind was wiping are hair around and Nick was so light the wind picked him up and we all grabbed onto him so he wouldn't get suced up by the hash winds.

If you were in my shoes during hurricane Maria it wasn't easy! As i was getting ready to clear my room I went outside to see all the houses barricaded with wood and metal.I went to see a friend of mine and i ate lunch with them. I got home ; I was tired si I went to sleep on the couch. A few hours later Hurricane Maria came to Puerto Rico! I was still asleep meanwhile doors star

A Supercell is a storm formed by Cumulonimbus clouds. The main Characteristic of a Supercell is the rotating updraft. The majority of tornadoes are spawned by Supercells. A Supercell can produce damaging winds, hail, and tornadoes. To form a tornado, the air has to rotate to form a funnel. The most powerful tornadoes are formed in the Mesocyclone of a Supercell. Tornado outbreaks can occur when broken lines of a supercell move across region. As one dies down, another does not form far from the parent Supercell ( Will; Brown, Wood ;Jennings 16).

The purpose of this paper is to analyze The Storm by Kate Chopin. In this paper we will look at the setting, atmosphere, plot, character, foreshadowing, symbolism and theme of this story.